The Last Polaroid Summer: Why 1997 Felt Like the End of an Era
What do you remember from the year before the noise? Let me know in the comments—but I’ll probably reply tomorrow. I’m still in 1997 mode. Following -1998-
1998 was the last year of the old world. It was the final moment you could be a kid riding a bike without a leash (a cell phone) to your parents. It was the last time you could get hopelessly lost and discover a diner by accident. The Last Polaroid Summer: Why 1997 Felt Like